Thomas Kinkade, creator of much "art" that would look most at home on the walls of a room at the Motel 6, is SO busted.
Apparently he was pressuring people into opening galleries of his work, then screwing them over. And now the FBI is involved.
Joan Didion snarks on Kinkade nicely in her book Where I was from in which she writes:
""A Kinkade painting was typically rendered in slightly surreal pastels. It typically featured a cottage or a house of such insistent coziness as to seem actually sinister, suggestive of a trap designed to attract Hansel and Gretel. Every window was lit, to lurid effect, as if the interior of the structure might be on fire."
Ha!
Take that, kitsch boy...
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When I was in my late teens I saw a Thomas Kincade calender. I used to really be into having a nice calendar every year. Sometimes I'd have two or three. I really liked his calendar, and his paintings - not so much as art, but as images for my imagination. Looking back I guess it's pretty cheesy, but I did like that calendar at the time. I liked his cobblestone streets a lot. And the lanterns. But this was also at a time when Pollyanna was my favorite book. I guess I outgrew him.
You have delighted Joyce, who hates Kincaid.
I think he just got carried away with himself, though this current thing seems more sinister.
Well, power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. And money is power in this materialistic society....
You don't know how much I hate Kincade's "art." It's very personal for me for reasons that I won't go into, related to my almost becoming a Minnesota wife and mother.
That said, I am in posession of one Thomas Kincade teapot that I would be happy to ship to the lucky first person who says they want it. I bought it as a joke for my friend Francesco and he laughed his head off and "accidentally" left it at my house.
Well, I collect teapots, but I think I'll pass on a Kincaid one, thank you very much.
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